This is the most personally revolting piece of film I have ever forced myself to sit through. Honestly, it was so not me that I was physically gagging, and ended with a headache even though I watched it in three or four sittings (my highest MCT with a fan of the film is 54, which I think is already too high.)
The reason why I wanted to see it in the first place was the time travel element and the presence of Lena Headey, who in my mind was associated with the "Sarah Connor Chronicles", a series whose short first season I really enjoyed (though her ain't-I-cute faces reminded me that I did dislike her once in the series, when she went through the same kind of routine to seduce a man.)
But my God, this was awful, painfully awful, a bit like being condemned to read nothing but women's magazines for the rest of your life. "Twice Upon a Yesteryear" is the kind of film where unattached twenty-somethings have promiscuous sex with each other, get drunk, have epiphanies in bars, smoke, cheat on each other, and philosophise with their best mate about the foibles of the other sex and the difficulties of modern relationships. Bleh.
What can I say about a film where the lead female character tells her lover she can't see him because her boyfriend "has just turned up with two tickets for Radiohead and they're my favorite band and I couldn't just say no"? What can I say about a film where "Do you want to get drunk?" is supposed to be a funny line, and where the passing of time is shown by a montage over a slow song that says "all I ever wanted was lu-uuu-uu-uv aa-aargh"? In fact, if you had a machine that could turn pop songs into films (a transpopmutator), the result would probably be this. (Coincidentally, I have just learned that writer Russo is also a songwriter, and that this film is autobiographical, which makes it even worse for me.)
The only thing I could remotely relate to was the time travel scene, especially the fact that it involved a "Don Miguel" who was probably no other than Cervantes, as suggested by a brief reference to a "Dulcinea" and a quote from him later in the film which says "Don't look for this year's birds in last year's nest."
I also hated the strong language and the zouk and reggae soundtrack (now I know an atrocious song probably entitled "Follow the leader", thank you very much!) But the ending was not too bad, and the emotion not spoilt by some trashy reggae song (that only comes two seconds later, with the end titles.)
I just hope the memory of this film will not spoil season 2 of the "Sarah Connor Chronicles" for me (fortunately, my crush is on Summer Glau.)